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[Ever since Bil/Catherine/whatever told him that the sword Guy lost would probably be returned, Luke checked the weapon shop every day in the hopes of finding it. The days he didn't find it were met with a disheartened sigh, half-hearted lingering to check out the rest of the weapons, then wandering back home. He remained hopeful, though, always diligently checking to see if it was there.

Today, however, Luke's efforts paid off. There, glittering on one of the displays, is the weapon he'd been looking for. He nearly sags with relief, and he grabs the sword before anyone can even think of taking it for themselves. He stays a little longer to see if everyone's doing okay with Sokka still at the draft, and then he heads home, sword in hand.

After all of that, Luke heads to his room and flops down on his bed, a little worn out from the day's events. He opens his journal, hoping to get to talk to at least one or two of the draftees whenever the Malnosso decide to return them to the hotel rooms.]

How's everyone doing out there?

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Luke?

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[And this had been just before Luke darted forward to grab the sword, so he doesn't answer her just yet. He grips the hilt of the blade, though not lifting it up, as he's too busy plain gaping at it. It was here... It was really here! The weapon that was lost because of him... It was here!

That's when he realizes that someone called him, and he pauses, blinks, then looks over his shoulder.]

... Oh, Winry! Hey! [He sure sounds relieved and happy.]

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

You find something you like?

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy doesn't bother Luke until dinnertime rolls around, and then he goes about the house taking suggestions on what he should make. He knocks on Luke's doorjamb before letting himself in.]

Hey Luke?

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[Luke had had his back to the door, holding the sword in a way that his body hid it. He'd been practicing what to say to Guy, see, and how to present the sword properly. It wouldn't do to just... hand it to him, right?

But the knock and the voice makes him jump and spin around, and... there's the Jewel of Gardios, gripped awkwardly in Luke's left hand as he raises it up a little with surprise.]

Whoa, Guy! Jeez, say something before you...

[... Ah, right. The sword is. Kind of right there, huh.

So much for formal.]

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy stills when he sees the Jewel in Luke's hand. A cocktail of emotions bolt through his chest but he settles on relief after only a second or two, smiling softly, eyes still on the sword.]

...found that, did you?

[He'd thought he would never see it again. Had resolved to let it go.]

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[fourteen]

[ this has been a series of pretty much the longest days ever. the last draft was like this too, but ... it never really gets better.

so it's a very tired poppet that crashes into bed that night, staying awake just long enough to check her journal for anything pressingly important.

... oh. hey Luke. ]

Okay. [ her voice is soft, but amiable. she sounds alright, at least. ]

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[There's one special girl he's looking for. Though she sounds tired (and who can blame her, really?), Luke still has to smile and duck his head just slightly with relief.]

Good... [And then he lifts it up with a slight smirk.] You didn't turn purple this time, huh?

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[fourteen]

[ mm. just hearing his voice is enough to take away a bit of the day's tension. like it's done every night, when they've spoken...

oh, hey now. that is just unfair. Xion'll stick her tongue out at him. ] No! Come on, that was only the first day. I still can't get over how weird that was.

[ shift, shift. she's curled up in a ball on her side, her head propped on one arm while the other holds the journal up. it's a slightly awkward position, but she's too tired to sit up. don't mind her as she stifles a yawn. ]

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I'm fine. How are you?

[even if you weren't actually meaning to talk to her.]

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[Doesn't matter - he'd like a report from everyone, actually.]

Good. Better than good, actually! [He's still worried about the people he cares about out there, of course, but finding the sword and finally being able to give it to Guy has left him in good spirits.]

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Really? That's good to hear. [If strange.]

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[Tear is pleasantly surprised to hear from Luke when she checks the journal, taking some much needed rest in her room after a long day. Her voice is tired, but has a hint of happiness nonetheless.]

Things could have gone more smoothly, but it's all right now.

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[And the other special girl he's looking for! Luke smiles and lets out a quiet sigh in relief, then settles a little further to talk to her more comfortably.]

I'm just glad to hear you're okay. Actually, you sound kind of tired... [... Well, obviously, she'd just been fighting hard and all. Luke seems to realize that as soon as the sentence leaves his mouth, as his smile falls away in favor of rolling his eyes and running a hand through his hair.] ... Sorry, that was a stupid thing to say.

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Don't worry about it. [She isn't even making an attempt to cover it up, it would probably be fruitless if she did try. Right now she's sitting down, resisting the call to lie down and sleep in her current clothing.]

What about you and the rest of the village? How are things faring there?

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[emp3thy]

[Minato is pretty much curled up in an exhausted ball with a massive headache after a mishap in today's fighting. He's still not clear on what exactly happened, but he's probably not going to be much use tomorrow.

He wants to sleep, but the headache is making that difficult. After turning over once though he hears Luke's voice through the journal. Maybe that will be a distraction.]

Still hanging on. [downplaying to the extreme. he's still acting as calm as usual though, so the only obvious sign of anything up is the slight weary edge to his voice.]

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Good... Keep hanging in there, okay? [Minato sounds tired... but then again, he's pretty sure everyone sounds tired by now. Luke shifts into a more comfortable position before he glances out the window - it's late by now, but knowing that the village is out there...]

Hey... What would you do is you made someone lose something important? Like... something passed through the family or something. [Luke certainly knows that he wanted to talk about anything other than the war after he was there for a while.]

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[he has to think about this one... unfortunately thinking isn't working too well right now, so he gives up after a moment.]

Not sure. I'd want to make it up somehow.

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I am well, although I do find myself missing the village more than I had expected when this began...

[How much of that did Luke catch after the image of Cheyenne covered in blood came up on the page? She did only just return to her room, after all.]

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[jaioerw;jfds;lkasj;dfjsoj;dfasjf;

And Luke just sits up in his bed as if it was suddenly made out of burning coals and grabs the journal to hold it steady.]

Cheyenne, what... Are you okay?!

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[markofthewise]

Oh, you know. It's been great. Yesterday we had a picnic. A little volleyball. The Third Party ruined the sandwiches though.

[Voice] I hope you like sum /threadjack

[fourteen]

Sokka...

[Voice] Also I have hotmail so your cunning plan is invalid

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[...

If Sokka put more feeling into that, Luke would think Winry was lying about him not being so damn cheerful about everything all the time. So, in that same tone:]

What, really? Those bastards.

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[knightofratatosk]

Okay, I guess, but I really want to go back home.

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I would, too, if I was out there... You'll be back soon, though, and then we can celebrate somehow!